Monday, March 28, 2011

Waking Up

Waking up as a statement makes me think of the dreadful days following my Mum's cancer diagnosis. Every morning waking up only to be hit by the realisation that I was living in a new much darker reality. My Mum was sick, dying, and there was nothing (beyond a miracle) that would save her life here on Earth. Nausea and dread were my feelings everyday.
Now, 6 years after her death, I no longer experience these feelings. I (mostly) wake up filled with joy. Maybe it is my precious three month olds grins from the crook of my arm, or knowing I get to wake up next to my lovely husband and then spend another day living my dream with my four children. Maybe it is having a greater appreciation for life. Life is short and so precious, and I am blessed with knowing this at a younger age than many through the loss of a parent. That said, if I could trade this knowledge to have her back here, healthy and well, I would. I want to live my life awake. Knowing that I have lived, truly lived each and every day, no matter how many days I get.
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Monday, March 21, 2011


Random things about me, purely because I love reading other peoples on their blogs.

We live at the beach every summer. Traditionally we build one huge pyramid, then the kids attempt to destroy it. It is usually still there for a couple of days.
My second toe is longer than my big toe. This made pointe work miserable for me as a teen.
I always wanted 4 children. Now I have 4, I feel another couple would be just fine.
I read, alot.
I hate balloons popping.
I insert myself into stories to my kids. As in, "remember when we went to the snow".
Twice I've managed to convince my kids I had served them steak for tea, despite having not yet served them dinner at all. Then I served them eggs.
I dabble with raw food, and once made myself sick by drinking juiced watermelon rind.
I rock at giving birth. I suck at being pregnant.
My sister and I ran a small ballet school. It was so fun.
I have had the same pram for 12 years, and I still love it.
I hate purple.
I lost my Mum at 28. I feel blessed to have known her as an adult.
I currently have four incisions from surgery last week, and I'm too scared to take off the bandages.
Shoe shopping fills me with dread.

Yep, that is enough for now.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

3 Months

From this, to this :)

Ezekiel rolled today. He rolled from his front to back at 7 weeks, but today he rolled from his back to his front (much harder you know). We clapped and made a fuss. He grinned at us. Oh the love I feel for this boy. I hadn't realised he was missing from our family until he arrived. He is my hearts desire.